Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.